Is there a direct relationship between how flamboyantly fashion designers dress and how beautiful the clothes they make are? Judge for yourself straight ahead, where we present the full range of uniforms these créateurs de luxe wear.
The look: A trim suit, white shirt, and not a laser-precision-trimmed hair out of place. Not even at the airport.
The look: Rococo Gothic undertaker but chic and accessorized.
The look: Outwardly the standard-issue T-shirt and dark denim, but, like, how does he get it to drape like that? Because that's his job?
The look: Infuriatingly, effortlessly chic in A SWEATER AND TROUSERS.
The look: It used to be a white shirt and a skirt-y bottom of some sort. Now that he's mellowed out a bit, it's a white shirt and a regular dark suit.
The look: Like the 37th von Trapp kid if he had access to a tailor who wasn't prone to getting scissor-happy with the curtains. (In case you're worried he'll catch a cold, he switches out the shorts for capris in colder weather.)
The look: Black suit, black T-shirt, sneakers, bright-white smile.
The look: American teenager with Equinox membership, circa 1950.
The look: One of the few huggable adult characters in an Eloise book.
The look: Pretty much the same T-shirt and jeans as his counterparts but navy. So much less severe.